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bob rok – all i know lyrics

(verse one: bob rok)

paging mr. rok
in a name tag and a smock
doing dishes for the man
with a grimace and a tan
false hope, true grit
working t-tle of my new sh-t
still about the boom bap
murdering these new cats
old boy old school
mushrooms and a new hat
preachers say i’m too smart
doctor says i’m too fat
jokes on them
i all ready knew that
cats would rather die
than be healthy in a two flat
same ol same
the reason is a d-mn shame
know you f-cked up
when the answer is your last name
could be worse said the joke to the curse
irony forgot his watch
destiny forgot her purse
she gave birth at a morgue
he got drunk on the porch
then stress got stressed and forgot to p-ss the torch
sleep overslept
too deep for the depth
too high for the sky
to dishonest for the lie
too catchy for a song
and we knew it all along
this was never gonna work
human kind is such a jerk

(hook bob rok)

all i know
is
me and the brick wall
get paid very little
when a customers is p-ssed off
days and nights
of american retail
the romance of consumption
the mangled eye for detail
k!ll the messenger, climb the latter
-ssume it isn’t true
pretend it doesn’t matter (2x)

(verse two: bob rok)

some days
i swear i see a dead friend
quickly turn the corner
just to vanish in a dead end
faked his own death
for the reasons on a desk
man i hate to be a bother
but i’d love to be a pest
i pretend that he’s a spy
pulling missions in dubai
jumping in and out harm
making money cheating frauds
knocking out guards
while he plants another bomb
destroying all the tapes
as he narrowly escapes
enjoying manic mondays
on the planet of the apes
ahh
the secret of ident-ty
thinking you’ll be famous
seconds after k!lling kennedy
a very small chance
that i am my biggest enemy
cause when you make music
silence is deafening
praying to a stripped shirt
stars will make your life work
careful where you p-ssing at
slave owning aristocrats
bl–dy buddy history
genocide and industry
politics and campaigns
tuxedos and champagne
send the bill to working stiffs
they be on that working sh-t
thinking of my rights
in the middle of the night
as i climb into a dream
for a moment i can leave
as i pick another theme
for the moments in-between

(hook: bob rok)

me and the brick wall
get paid very little
when a customers is p-ssed off
days and nights
of american retail
the romance of consumption
the mangled eye for detail
k!ll the messenger, climb the latter
-ssume it isn’t true
pretend it doesn’t matter (2x)

(end)

- bob rok lyrics

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